Mrs Puff Puffed Up Novels & Stories

That bold, unfiltered, history-making slap? Epic. Completely and wonderfully epic. Mrs. Young struggled to find her voice. Her mouth opened and closed in stunned silence, her mascara-laden lashes blinking rapidly as she tried to process the public humiliation she had just received. For a fleeting second, it seemed like she might gather herself—then her lips trembled, and the tears came. Loudly. Dramatically. Relentlessly.

Fucking coward. I sigh and flip back my hair. Finally, Mrs. Valerie Woolf enters the class. Well, she more like glides through the doors with a bright smile, the colors of her oversized cape and hippie pants clashing. “Good morning my darlings!” She begins with a dramatic flare, dropping about four textbooks on her desk.

She yelled, walking into the room angrily and grabbing both pillows from me and dumping then on the bed. Mrs Potty was an older woman with black hair and a firece green eyes, she was constantly bitching about everything but she had her days. And today wasn't one of them. "Hi, Potty." Avery said, sitting back innocently while battling her eyelashes at her nurse. "I'm coming to you, don't think you can get away with this. And for you." She turned to me and I froze at the anger in her eyes.

''I cursed between my teeth but anyway, I was supposed to babysit her until Sonia returned so, cool. "Fine, and I'll let you play games as well" I forced a smile to win the heart of this little trouble who mysteriously has a couple of my behaviors. "Cool" She announced and pushed the bra into my hands before clapping. Hearing incoming footsteps, I quickly hid the red bra behind me and we turned to see Mr. Pompous approaching from the other end of the hallway in his usual dress code. His face was bright this morning, unlike the usual cold look he wears.

She is probably planning how I would die this very moment. “Thank you, Mrs Paxton,” I said. “Call me Mom,” She replied. It was Paxton's turn to do spit out his water. Coughing, he rubbed his chest, gaping at his name. Mr Paxton too, appeared surprised at the incredulous glance he threw her way. “Paxton has had a lot of ladies hanging from his arm for different disgusting reasons. He even brought them home to introduce them to the family,” she continued to say, cutting a piece of her beef brisket.

Mrs Park analysed and huffed as she made a four with her legs. “If only you knew, your favourite grandson kisses and touches David as if his life depended on it. I am dying to see your reaction!” Silently, Arthur mocks, a smirk unconsciously dangling across his face. “I must do something!” The old woman aired. …

"You've got a good spirit, don't you?" "Uh, I hope so, ma'am." Mrs. P wagged her finger at him. "I like this one." Coco came to stand at Paxton's side. Her shoulders drooped and her eyes were puffy. He peered down at her, wanting to know what happened, but unsure if he should pry. Mrs. P nodded at Coco. "Do me a favor and make sure she gets home okay?" "I can do that, ma'am." "Ma'am." Mrs. P clucked her tongue and shook her head, a dazzling smile spread across her face. She gathered the two mugs. "Looking at you two makes me feel old. Go on, get out of here."

My face lit up with heat. I looked down at Yara. There was a flash—smugness, like she thought she won. My face went cold. I pried her off and stepped back. "I'm not your dad. Mr. Fluffy is." She hit the floor and started wailing. Natalie rushed over and scooped Yara up, her face all panicked. "Luke, no matter what, you can't lay a hand on her. Where's the calm, patient guy you used to be?"

" The little girl arrogantly raised her round face, her red nose, and her four big teeth were exposed, which was quite funny. Morgan frowned, "Fairy? Magic?" "Yes!" Puffy bared her big teeth and nodded vigorously, "I know magic power, I'm very powerful!" "What kind of magic power is that...?" Morgan folded his hands on his chest, looking very curious. "Huh?" Do you want to know? Shall I show you one? said little Puffy. "Little monster, are you going to perform for me now? Right here in this room?" Morgan asked. The little guy frowned in dissatisfaction, "Don't I have a name? Call me Little Puffy!"

Potts through the mind link. “Mrs. Potts, can you bring dinner to my room, please?” I requested of Mrs. Potts. She was quick to deliver, as she came in a few minutes later. She knocked on the door softly, and I went to open it for her. I was shocked when I saw Mrs. Potts; bruises were all on her body like someone's fingernails poked and slit her. I completely forgot about my hunger as I asked her what happened to her. “Mrs. Potts, what happened to you?” I asked. Autumn stood up to check what was going on and when she saw Mrs Potts she was also in a state of shock.